Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The breeze coming through the open window is pure bliss.
I stretch out on my bed, letting the cool air wash over my freshly showered skin, my favorite oversized T-shirt and tiny boy shorts my only armor against the late-summer heat. Music floats softly from my Bluetooth speaker, Frank Ocean's beautiful voice like a sweet lullaby.
My room isn't big, but it's mine. My bed takes up most of the space: queen-sized with a white wooden frame. It's layered with pink pinstripe sheets and a fluffy white duvet, with a whole department store's worth of pillows up against the headboard.
The huge window with white blinds is on the far wall, and my vanity-slash-study desk is against the wall opposite the foot of my bed.
There's a small wardrobe built into the same wall as the door—so guests can't see the absolute shit show that's stuffed inside.
On the walls, I've pinned up a collage of photos and memories, like a scrapbook brought to life. Polaroids, postcards, little doodles, photo booth strips, and white-gold string lights. Some framed art is up there too—from local artists and some that cost a damn kidney to buy.
The floor is a soft white carpet, and I've layered a fluffy white rug on it. It's often my final resting place after nights out when I'm too drunk to make it to my mattress.
I could say it's luck that got on our side when we secured this place—but it's actually Scarlett. She can be ruthless when she has her mind set on something, and the second I said I wanted this apartment, she did too.
It's in a decent building, part of a wider village of three. Four floors, six apartments on each floor. It has a gym, a communal swimming pool, and a few other shared spaces.
I don't even think the other applicants put up much of a fight. Not because she scared them—well, shit, she probably did—but because Scarlett was just so damned prepared for everything. All the paperwork, all our bank accounts—everything was prepped and handed to the agent when needed.
It's so fucking hot.
See? Who needs men when you have women like Scarlett Raleigh simply existing?
We meet freshman year when we're assigned as random roommates, and she terrifies me at first. She's tall, blonde, and so stupidly gorgeous that people stop to stare on the street. Her confidence is intimidating, but by the end of our first semester, we're inseparable.
I have no clue why she wants to be my friend. I've been nothing but a major pain in the ass for her these past two years. But she loves me, she puts up with me, and she's always there to deal with all my shit when it gets too much for me.
Well, not always. Otherwise, she'd stop me from sleeping with—
Oh. My. God.
Seriously. How the hell do I make the giant fucking leap?
